I Was Never Taught to Sing, a poem

I have found the line
I have found the rhyme
that makes this
utter nonsense
boil beneath my skin.
For I have learned,
it is no sin –
to breathe life
to the beauty that is me
to wander beneath
the traces left of summer sun
beneath the outstretched horizon
and sway as the wind caresses
the leaning grasses and bending trees.
My soul
is a love song
waiting to be sung
just as the sun
hovers over the horizon
pale blush tickling the edges
of grey dusted clouds
hiding the azure blue sky.
I stand there watching
the birth of beauty
and wonder why
I was never taught to sing.